After the long scream-like sound came from her throat, she bucked her hips up and down on the bed so fast and hard he had to disengage his mouth from her young genitals to keep from having his mouth hurt by her wild gyrations. Her hand slipped off his penis in the excitement and he had not yet attained orgasm when it happened. For a few brief seconds he felt terribly frustrated. But Claire soon recovered from the aftermath of her energetic climax and returned to the job of masturbating him. Once she had his organ in her hand, it only took a few seconds for her to excite him so that a thick, white flood of sperm came shooting from the end.
Tim collapsed and lay prone beside Claire for several minutes without saying a word. She snuggled up to him and put her arms across his chest and ribs and he enclosed her slim frame in the crook of an elbow for several minutes longer. Even then they didn't rise from the bed at once. They lay and played little games with each other's body for almost an hour.
He sat behind Claire on the bed and massaged her breasts from behind while both looked on in the mirror for a while. She took his penis in hand again and played with it while watching herself in the mirror. He wanted to watch her dress, so she slowly and carefully put all her clothes back on. But once she got them on, he told her he wanted to masturbate her through her panties and skirt. She let him start doing that and after he could tell she was getting hot enough to masturbate her to climax, he slipped his hand under the skirt and panties and raised her to orgasm with his hand against the naked flesh.
He then donned his clothes and she asked if she could take his organ out and play with it through his fly. She'd never done that, she said, but had thought a lot about doing it to someone. He was more than happy to let her do it to him, of course. She fooled around in his lap with her hand for a long time before going into his pants, but when she finally did he loved it. She took her time and ran her fingers slowly up and down the shaft. He wanted very much to have her bring him to another climax, but he happened to look at the clock and that cut things short.
He told her that Vera would undoubtedly be back to her cabin very soon and that under no circumstances should the woman find out about what the two of them had just done. Claire fixed her clothes and looked every bit as cute and innocent as she had when she first entered the cabin a few hours before. Just before she left, Tim called to her and reminded her of something very important.
"Don't forget, you're supposed to have a sore ankle. You'll have to let it get well slowly or someone will notice it wasn't really sore and you'll get into trouble," he called to her.
She promised she would and headed for the dorm cabin. Tim stood in the doorway and watched her as she walked across the clearing. Her youthful walk and saucy, jouncing stride were extremely erotic, he decided. Even though he had just had sex with the young girl, he found his penis growing hard as he kept looking at her rounded buttocks move underneath the seat of her skirt. He couldn't help himself. He jerked his organ from his fly and stood masturbating in the front room of the cabin. He kept it up as long as she was in sight and when he realized she would soon enter the dorm cabin door and deprive him of sight, he increased the friction of his fingers on his penis and managed to bring himself to a flashing climax.
He stood thinking of Claire and Lynda afterward. They both were extremely attractive to him, even though somewhat too young for him. He remembered the conversation he'd had with Vera about the girls and how she'd warned him against them. He would have to think of some way to change her mind, if it were at all possible. He had an idea that if Lynda and Claire were any sort of example of the girls at the camp, there could easily be other temptations. After all, he had only seen Lynda. He hadn't actually met her. The thought of her black pubescence made him experience a shudder in his spine. How he would enjoy getting into her clothes!
If Vera hadn't come in the door then and ended his reverie, he might have lost himself in thinking about Lynda, just as he had done with Claire. But she had a hundred things to tell him about the nature trip and about the girls.
"You should get a kick out of this, Tim," she said. "I hate to admit it to you, but I will. You know how you were saying you couldn't understand why I didn't get turned on by any of the girls? Well, today on the nature walk I did sort of get going with one of them."
"Oh, yeah?" Tim exclaimed, surprised and pleased. "Great. Tell me about it."
The story Vera was about to relate to him was true enough. But her reason for telling it was not. She'd had a lot of time to think about things on the walk and she'd decided that she couldn't go on trying to fool Tim about her lack of interest in the young girls. But she still didn't want to tell him about her previous sex rendezvous with Lynda, so she decided she would work up to it. She'd admit interest in some of the girls and then eventually when she did make love with one – probably with Lynda – she could tell him about it and everything would come out all right.
"The girl is Dana. And she's the oldest girl in the troop, too, smarty. Sixteen. So there, you see, I still don't classify myself as a cradle snatcher like I think you'd like to be," she remarked.
"This girl is a real looker, Tim. No doubt about it. I'd just always considered her too young before today. But she did a few things that made me reconsider. She's blonde, rather tall, a pretty face, and a nice figure."
"Ummm, sounds good. How nice a figure?" interrupted Tim, his eyes bright.
"Well, I should have known you'd have to know all the details. You mean quantity or quality? There's a difference, you know. Dana's are as big as mine, if you must know. I saw them today for the first time. That takes care of the quantity. But as for the quality, I didn't feel them, dummy, so I don't know about that part. This is the very first time I ever saw the girl's tits naked. Do you expect me to get a feel of them the very same day?"
"Okay," Tim said, "okay… proceed."
"We were up on the ridge gathering berry samples for identification. Someone accidentally knocked over the work tray and spilled some of the materials. We had a certain schedule to keep, so I told all the girls to go on ahead and do the work while I stayed behind and picked up the slide trays and leaf samples. But one girl – Dana – surprised me by volunteering to stay behind with me and help clean up the mess and repack it. Since it was a very bothersome kind of job and she was sweet enough to offer her help, I could hardly turn her down, right?"
"So?" questioned Tim.
"So the two of us were alone for half an hour or so. As we bent down to work the area where the stuff had been spilled, I began to notice that Dana seemed to always be bending down right in front of me. I couldn't help but get an eyeful."
"Naturally," interjected Tim with sarcasm.
"I would have let it pass but it kept happening again and again. And to tell you the truth, I kept being distracted from what I was doing by them. I…"
But Tim interrupted again. "Them?" he asked. "I thought just one girl stayed behind to help you – this Dana girl. Who's 'them', anyway?"
"Tim," yelled Vera, exasperated, "I'm talking about the girl's tits, damn it, not about two girls. Now will you keep still and let me tell you what happened?"
Tim nodded agreement, "Okay," he said, "I'll keep still for any story with tits in it."